poetry by j matthew waters

exceeding expectations

these things I don’t do
how long can the list possibly be
an empty bucket
kicked countless times
its surface looking like
the lighter side of the moon
its once accumulating contents
now free-floating in outer space

only centuries earlier we’d
smoke cigarettes in the alleyways
walking to and from school
convincing ourselves
we had all the time in the world
to do whatever it is
we were born to accomplish
on this unstoppable orbit

october two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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